Chapter 1409: The Battle of the Latent Teeth (Twenty-Five)

Bediwell's guess was correct, it wasn't an army of guards at all! It was a mass of corpses, or rather, a collection of countless corpses connected by a mass of slimy cytoplasm!

That kind of soft flesh-walled monster can instantly devour a person's flesh and become a part of it. But there are so many people in the whole research institute that the monsters can kill these people, but they don't have time to "digest" them, so the strange aggregate of the current half-aggregate and half-corpse group has been formed! Its disgusting degree does not decrease with its incompleteness, but can be said to increase greatly! Under the slippery and soft mass are thousands of intact or torn human legs, and everywhere there are torn human heads, arms, Fragments of internal organs, this disgusting mass from a distance, but still able to maintain some kind of vague military appearance, is simply full of deception!

If Gwen had slowed down to meet this mass of meat for some unknown reason, he would probably have been swallowed up by an endless torrent of meat before he could fight his opponent! A man could not fight against an army at all, and even the great knights of the round table would die a tragic death in that torrent of meat!

"Aggregate?!, but how is that possible!" Bediwell broke out in a cold sweat and screamed, "Kana and I have already wiped them all out!?"

"It's clear that a few are missing. Albert grinned.

"Say no more, push!" ordered the Knight of the Round Table briefly but forcefully.

The torrent of meat was less than ten yards away from everyone, and it would be too late to flee if they didn't run away.

Albert and Bediwell didn't hesitate, the tiger instantly raised his Tempest Blade and fired several shots at the mass of flesh behind him, and even the plug-ins on the blade were triggered, spewing several shockwaves in succession, and his weapon caused a powerful propulsion, pushing the entire Smoke Sleigh forward!

And Bediwell was not idle, he had already coiled the tungsten tongue whip on his left hand into a spring. After the charge is completed, it stabs diagonally towards the ground and launches a powerful blow! This powerful attack can also bring a huge reaction force, relying on this reaction force, the smoke sled will slide faster and farther!!

Duke Gwen was even more expert at manipulating smoke, he released a huge smoke arm from his sleeve, controlled this smoke arm, grabbed it far ahead, and immediately retracted the moment he grabbed the ground!

Bedeville and the others, who were almost overwhelmed by the torrent of meat pieces, instantly distanced themselves from the monster by relying on a powerful advance. But the monsters are still very fierce, they are coming faster than before, they are simply chasing after them, as if they are vowing to swallow up Bedeville and the others before they give up!

"Well, you can't go any faster?!" Albert continued to shoot wildly, but his bullets were limited and he needed to reload to continue shooting, although the plug-in of the storm gun blade did not need to be changed, the energy was limited, and he would run out if he kept using it; Albert hurriedly changed the bullets after he ran out of a row of scattered bullets, but he couldn't help but feel anxious as he watched the oncoming flood of meat pieces.

"Just hold on a little longer!" Bediwell once again retracted the tungsten tongue whip like a spring and stabbed it towards the ground. The powerful stab gave both an efficient propulsion, but Bediwell also felt a sore shoulder, and the tungsten tongue whip crackled from prolonged overuse. If this continues, how many times the same trick can be used is also a question, which is really worrying!

Gwen didn't speak, and a faint light could be seen far away in their direction that seemed to indicate an exit. But how far is that? a hundred yards or a thousand yards? Nobody knows. Even if he is as powerful as Gwen, the Knight of the Round Table, his ability to use this smoke is limited, and at the same time, he has to release the smoke giant arm to pull this sled and lead everyone forward, Gwen's physical energy loss is the greatest among the people.

"If only the Knights of the Round Table came out and summoned the Holy Spirit at this time," Albert muttered as he finished his bullet and continued to shoot.

However, there is no such good thing. As a Knight of the Round Table, Gwen actually only has one chance to summon the Holy Spirit once a day. And Bediwell knew very well in his heart that Gwen's opportunity to summon the Holy Spirit today had already run out, and at noon, in the Sahara Desert, Gwen used the power of the Holy Spirit to blast out a large pit in the sand, giving everyone the opportunity to invade the interior of the [Golden Ship Desert Ship] buried deep in the sand.

That is, Bedivir they now have nothing to rely on. The means they have at their hands are all they can get out of here. Without more reinforcements, there can be no Holy Spirit to help them. They can only rely on themselves to escape from this hellish place, from this disgusting flood of flesh.

But the more he thought about it, the more desperate Bedivel felt. It is said that it is a flood tide, but the piece of meat is actually more like an oncoming wave. It is unstoppable, and there is no escape. It was less than ten yards away from the smoke sleigh where Bedwell and the others were, and the distance was still getting closer, even though Bedeville and the others were trying to escape!

He would be overtaken! He would never be able to escape! There was nothing he could do!---a deeper despair spread in Bediwell's heart! He never imagined that he would die at such a juncture, but this was the reality!

But wait, what's wrong?!

Bedwell looked carefully at the disgusting flesh-walled monsters.

It was menacing, but he couldn't feel the [malice] he had felt before.

When Bediwell fought the same monster on the top floor of the glass inverted pyramid, the monster was obviously full of malice and murderous intent, and almost never stopped looking for an opportunity to kill Bediwell. In fact, Lawrence, the guard who was operating with Bedeville, was almost fatally wounded by a blow to the chest by the monster's vertebral tentacles, wasn't it? The monster later killed the other two guards even under the strong ultraviolet rays, before dying.

But the [aggregate] of a large number of corpses in front of Bediwell does not seem to show this [malice]?

It was less than five yards away from Bedeville and the others, and the wave of flesh it created would have covered Bedeville and them in one fell swoop, but it was only [chasing], and it didn't take the opportunity to stab Bedeville and the others with deadly and vicious spinal tentacles.

Could it simply be that it was focused on the matter of catching up, and that it had no time to attack Bedeville and the others?

Or did it not intend to attack with its tentacles at all, and planned to drown Bedeville and the others with the wave of meat pieces alone?

However, if you want to kill the Bediwells, wouldn't it be better to just send out the tentacles? it must be faster and more efficient, and it will also ensure the death of the Bediwells. In fact, Bedeville and they can only take care of escaping now, and they have no power to fight back at all, and any tentacle stabbing them can put them to death. However, the monster waited patiently, rather than ending the chase early, trying to play with its prey before eating.

Is that really the case? or?

"Rise!" the werewolf suddenly figured everything out and shouted, "Let this smoke rise as high as possible and avoid the monster from above!!"

"What meow? are you crazy?!" Albert was the first to disagree, "if you slow down, you'll be swallowed up by it!

"Maybe Mr. Bediwell is right, I'll try!" Gwen instantly agreed with Bediwell's battle. Before Albert could continue to protest, the smoke giant hand released by Duke Gwen had already slapped the ground in front of him with a force, and the reaction force of the slap drove the entire smoke sleigh to fly from the ground, and it was more than ten yards high at once!!

"Keep it like this!!Let it pass under our feet!!" the werewolf shouted as he saw that the smoke sleigh could fly over the disgusting wave of flesh. He saw some kind of crack in the glass on the roof of the cave, so he whipped it down and stabbed it out with a single blow. His tungsten tortoise-tongue whip instantly embedded itself in the crack of the glass ceiling, pulling the entire smoke sleigh higher like a hook and claw.

"Wow, ahh

Smack. Before the smoke sleigh hit the zenith, there was a wonderfully muffled sound. Gwen's smoke arm served as a cushion again, the arms of smoke holding the zenith to prevent the sleigh from crashing against the hard, even sharp glass walls. The pillar-like thing that the giant arm then turned into quickly held the glass ceiling and the smoke sleigh together, allowing everyone to sit on a high place as if they were riding a Ferris wheel, watching what was happening on the ground with cold eyes.

That's right! With an astonishingly accurate intuition, Bediwell had guessed correctly again! The fleshy wall monster had no intention of attacking Bedivel and the others. The previous chase was just a unilateral idea of the Bedivilles, who thought that the monster was going to harm them.

In fact, like a few ants at the feet of a giant elephant, Bedeville and the others were nothing at all to this huge fleshy monster. It didn't care about the small creatures at its feet, and it didn't mean to continue chasing down Bedwell and the others. It has no grievances with Beddie and the others, and it has no motives and obsessions to kill the werewolves.

It just happened to [pass by].